RITUAL

June 2, 2018

everything you do is a ritual
you hold death on the back of your eyelids,
feel hands where there aren’t

you can be a wild animal
if you want to be
after all this time,
i am scared because i should be

Sophia Tempest Parsons

The Well at Mylor

May 6, 2018

At Mylor
the water of the well

bears the armour of the light,
it hides and escapes

and stays still
under its hood of rock

amid a galore of graves
and green leaves,

spring of fresh water
beside the sea,

a find, a treasure,
a pedigree,

no idyll
but the essential source,

now retired
from its work of sole sustenance,

living among memories
of former fame,

a saint’s hand dipping in
like a taper unquenched,

coins splashing down
for reverence, not luck,

from time to time,
a self-baptism,

secret and quick,
for some

prefer their ritual
out of doors,

water understands this,
and loves the brow

fanned with its body
for reasons the water easily guesses,

for it is the one who blesses,
freely,

freely it runs
its long unceremonious

caress
through my fingers,

and on my lips
tastes ferriferous,

blood-hint at the periphery,
pell-mell mint at the heart.

Penelope Shuttle

No beginning, no end

April 19, 2018

There is no beginning, there is no end,
There is only change.
There is no teacher, there is no student,
There is only remembering.
There is no good, there is no evil,
There is only expression.
There is no union, there is no sharing,
There is only one.
There is no joy, there is no sadness,
There is only love.
There is no greater, there is no lesser,
There is only balance.
There is no stasis, there is no entropy,
There is only motion.
There is no wakefulness, there is no sleep,
There is only being.
There is no limit, there is no chance,
There is only a plan.

Ultimate Journey
Robert A. Monroe

Candle black

April 17, 2018

Candle black
Of witch’s fire,
Hear my words,
Hear my desire.
Witch fire burning,
Healing flame,
Warm my heart,
Remove my pain.

A.V.

The Chase

April 7, 2018

It all began in iron pot
Potion thick and fire hot
All you get is just one shot
Awen

Moment lost and off it goes
darting fast on nimble toes
Give chase and follow to the close
Awen

Bala Lake, he charges in.
Mimic every roll and spin
Reach the paw to catch the fin
Awen

Now to the sky, our quarry flies
How obvious this new disguise
But he’s no match for your sharp eyes
Awen

He falls away, down to the ground
One little grain onto a mound
Hunt and peck until you’ve found
Awen

I ask you please, now, if you will,
for I have not your clever skill
Help me catch with key or quill
Awen

Diana Sanchez

Can I Fly Too?

November 26, 2017

You are a witch.
You taught me
To hear in the slurping of mud
The cry of the Ban Shee
To see in the life cycle of the caterpillar
The struggle of the soul
Towards immortality.
Take me.
You alone could turn the weight of years
Into release, ecstasy.

Philip Hobsbaum

To those who doubt

November 26, 2017

You think witchcraft doesn’t work? Well, fine. Good for you. Let me practice it in peace, is all I ask. It makes me feel good to cast a spell, to focus my energy, and produce a definite action. A spell has an end and I can tell myself: ‘There, it’s done!’

While you hide yourself away behind your wall of “received wisdom”, what you should remember is we are all the Universe – but trying to be individuals!

In January of this year, scientists created metallic hydrogen for the first time in the world. This was previously believed to be impossible. For the first time hydrogen exists in a metallic state on our Earth. In this metallic state it can act as a genuine superconductor and could revolutionize everything from energy storage to rocketry…The “NOT POSSIBLE” of ‘received wisdom’ was wrong. It can be done. It is possible.

So go in peace with your doubts and leave me to get on with my craft.

Risada Do Futuro

In ritualising anything, we simply do not stop when its physical limits are reached, but plod steadily past them bringing NOTHING and SOMETHING closer together with every step. It is a matter of application and training which can be done by anyone with the necessary dedication and ability to continue working past points where less devoted individuals lose interest and give up the effort. The only secret is “stickability” and refusal to be discouraged by seeming failures.

William G. Gray (The Old Sod)
Magical Ritual Methods

ancient leather-bound tomes

October 29, 2017

A young fool like Freirs would probably refuse to believe it. Like the rest of his doomed kind, he’d probably expect such lore to be found only in ancient leather-bound tomes with gothic lettering and portentously sinister titles. He’d search for it in mysterious old trunks and private vaults, in the “restricted” sections of libraries, in intricately carved wood chests with secret compartments.

But there are no real secrets, the Old One knows. Secrets are ultimately too hard to conceal. The keys to the rites that will transform the world are neither hidden nor rare nor expensive. They are available to anyone. You can find them on the paperback racks or in any second-hand bookshop.

T.E.D. Klein
The Ceremonies

10 th September

Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place – Yes Lewis Carroll knew. But did he understand?

#

Still, silent night. Didn’t even hear the owls out hunting. They killed in blood-red silence, or took a night off and went hungry. Or perhaps they went elsewhere to rend and tear, leaving us to enjoy our exhausted peace?

#

I sit locked out,
my nose pressed against glass
only I know about.

You sense my distance
but cannot understand
the why of it.

The space I cannot cross.

I watch you dance
with strange disjointed steps
to music I cannot hear.

A ritual to which I can never belong.

You laugh to see me sit alone
as if I made a foolish choice
I am too proud to own.

But I cannot join
this thing that makes no sense
this thing that for me is so unreal.

I must dance to a lonelier beat.